The Grand Inquisitor- A Short Story By Fyodor Dostoyevsky
“Quite impossible, as you see, to start without an introduction,” laughed Ivan. “Well, then, I mean to place the event described in the poem in the sixteenth century, an age—as you must have been told at school—when it was the great fashion among poets…
Is The Love For Books Hitting The Precipice? – F.Omosola
The desire to write and read seems to be waning in today’s world. Logic itself appears to be on life support—fewer people seem inclined to engage deeply with written words, and even fewer are willing to listen attentively to meaningful discourse.…
She Wears My Skull – A Collection Of Poems By Fortune Omosola
She Wears My Skull The door was slightly ajar, carved between the coscia. Inside was moist, yet slippery, but unseen was most of it. The one-eyed twin, swinging on the tender rope of adrenaline, was far from limp as it burrowed in, searching inwards with…
My Husband And I – A Short Story By ‘Nobody’
Lara gazed at her full length at the mirror; satisfied by what she saw, she smiled to herself. She smoothened the hips of her flimsy knee length gown, she loved her hips, its one of her greatest physical asset. “Hmmm can’t wait!” she told herself…
Every Day You Play – A poem by Pablo Neruda
Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle, And even your breasts smell of it. While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies. I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth. How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me, My…
We Are Masochists – A Poem By Fortune Omosola
We are Masochists We are the worst of the lying kind, The ones who thought they saw tomorrow. How can we heal while staying in a furnace? We are slowly drifting in a hollow. We are the niggardly ones who spend emotional currencies on mountain tops,…
Short Stories Are The New Movies
Short stories may have taken a backseat in today’s world dominated by social media snippets, but let’s not forget their magic! Yes, the brevity of a tweet or a status update has its allure, but there’s something truly captivating about…
Why Bolanle Austen Peters is the mother of modern day Nigerian theatre – Duke Of Shomolu
On the back of Awo-UK, I was today interviewed by a British journalist, and he said something that more than surprised me. He said, “Edgar, let me look for your trouble. People say you are brash and bold and don’t really care about what…
You Knew ( Short Story ) – By Juliet Ikegwuonu
My tears touched the paper before my ink did. Dabbing at the fluid only blotted the A4 paper and made thin the embedded fibres. I didn’t bother to reach for another paper. Littered around my desk were balls of scrunched-up notes. Some were still smooth –…
Plastic Diamond – A Poem By Fortune Omosola
Plastic Diamond Behold the ancient diamond, not of crystal hue, But yam, pounded with fervor, in a mortar’s sacred bosom, A comestible with powers vast, unmeasured, divine, Transformed by human might. Stung by sweat and force, it yields to skilled…